THE flaneur is the emblematic figure of urban life, and even more so of psychogeography; the interested ambler, wandering wherever the city’s currents take him. 

I’ve no problem admitting it.

A YOUNG boy, his face pressed firm against the plate glass, points in the direction of a towering, twisting hulk of clay-red metal in the middle distance asks “Is that a roller coaster, daddy?” His father, reading off an inscription on a nearby viewing panel replies: “No son, it says here it’s a piece of art.”

ROY KEANE’S recent departure from Sunderland led to the usual ham-fisted comparisons with Cork people in general, and the current Cork hurling stand-off in particular.